Tahquitz Peak

At the end of my day, shortly before the eyelids involuntarily close, I attempt to replay the preceding events to reflect upon whether the day was great, good, or one I would rather not repeat. Today was one of those rare GREAT days, and worth writing down the events in case I needed a permanent record as therapy to balance one of those that inevitably happen on the other end of this spectrum.

My day actually started on a bit of a down note, as the alarm went off at 3:45 am, a time that I still consider to be the middle of the night. Even the morning bird chorus that normally signals the beginning of my day commences at a more civilized 5:30 am. But my son Carl needed to be to school by 4:15 am in order to catch the bus with the rest of the Idyllwild School 8th grade class for a three day environmental education field trip to Catalina Island Marine Institute. Not that I really mind getting up so early, but the trip was a depressing reminder that I should have been getting on the bus with Carl, since I was asked to be a parent chaperone, but had to decline due to my "responsibilities" at the James Reserve.

I returned home and attempted to get back to sleep, but sleep was no longer on the agenda, so I put my clothes back on, made a stout cup of french roast, and began organizing my day's work list.

[Note: This essay appears to be an incomplete draft]